Ragtime Cowboy Joe - Flying J Wranglers
[NC] He always [F] sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he [G7] swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a [C7] horse, that is syncopated, gaited,
And there’s [F] such a funny [Dm] meter
to the [G7] roar of his re[C7]peater.
How they [F] run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the [G7] Western folks all know,
He’s a [Dm] high - falutin’, [G7] scootin‘, shootin’ [Dm] Son-of a-gun from [G7] Arizona,
[C7] Ragtime Cowboy [F] Joe.
[F] Out in Ari[Dm]zona where the [F] bad men [Dm] are,
And the [F] only friend to [Dm] guide you is an [G7] ev - nin’ star,
The [F] roughest [Dm] toughest [F] man by [Dm] far,
is [G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy [F] Joe.
[A7] Got his name from singin’ to the cows and sheep
[D7] Ev ‘ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep,
[F] In a [Dm] basso [F] rich and [Dm] deep, [C7] crooning soft and low.
[F] Dressed up ev’ ry [Dm] Sunday in his [F] Sunday [Dm] clothes, He [F] beats it for the [Dm] village where he [G7] always goes, And [F] ev ‘ry [Dm] girl in [F] town is [Dm] Joe’s,
‘cause [G7] he’s a [C7] ragtime [F] bear.
[A7] When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor, [D7] No one but a lunatic would start a war,
[F] Wise men [Dm] know his [F] forty [Dm] four, [C7] makes men dance for fair.
[NC] He always [F] sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he [G7] swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a [C7] horse, that is syncopated, gaited,
And there’s [F] such a funny [Dm] meter
to the [G7] roar of his re[C7]peater.
How they [F] run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the [G7] Western folks all know,
He’s a [Dm] high - falutin’, [G7] scootin‘, shootin’ [Dm] Son-of a-gun from [G7] Arizona,
[C7] Ragtime Cowboy [F] Joe.
[G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy, [G7] Talk about your [C7] cowboy [G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy [F] Joe. [C7] [F]
Ragtime Cowboy Joe [F]Flying J Wranglers
NC He always F sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he G7 swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a C7 horse, that is syncopated, gaited, And there’s F such a funny Dm meter to the G7 roar of his reC7peater. How they F run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the G7 Western folks all know, He’s a Dm high - falutin’, G7 scootin‘, shootin’ Dm Son-of a-gun from G7 Arizona, C7 Ragtime Cowboy F Joe.
F Out in AriDmzona where the F bad men Dm are, And the F only friend to Dm guide you is an G7 ev - nin’ star, The F roughest Dm toughest F man by Dm far, is G7 Ragtime C7 Cowboy F Joe. A7 Got his name from singin’ to the cows and sheep D7 Ev ‘ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep, F In a Dm basso F rich and Dm deep, C7 crooning soft and low.
F Dressed up ev’ ry Dm Sunday in his F Sunday Dm clothes, He F beats it for the Dm village where he G7 always goes, And F ev ‘ry Dm girl in F town is Dm Joe’s, ‘cause G7 he’s a C7 ragtime F bear.
A7 When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor, D7 No one but a lunatic would start a war, F Wise men Dm know his F forty Dm four, C7 makes men dance for fair.
NC He always F sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he G7 swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a C7 horse, that is syncopated, gaited, And there’s F such a funny Dm meter to the G7 roar of his reC7peater. How they F run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the G7 Western folks all know, He’s a Dm high - falutin’, G7 scootin‘, shootin’ Dm Son-of a-gun from G7 Arizona, C7 Ragtime Cowboy F Joe.
G7 Ragtime C7 Cowboy, G7 Talk about your C7 cowboy G7 Ragtime C7 Cowboy F Joe. C7F